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 <title>FictionPress.com - Mountains of Madness's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Mountains of Madness</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Mountains of Madness</name>
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  <published>2013-01-15T14:32:03-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-15T14:32:03-08:00</updated>
  <title>Empty Streets</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/890696/Mountains-of-Madness'&gt;Mountains of Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/War/'&gt;War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;General/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 87, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Sometimes there is nothing left. R&amp;R</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Mountains of Madness</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/890696/</uri>
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  <published>2012-12-29T11:53:06-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-29T11:53:06-08:00</updated>
  <title>Maggots</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/890696/Mountains-of-Madness'&gt;Mountains of Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Horror/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 333, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Sometimes the sight of our worst fears isn't the worst thing possible. Especially when the presence of that fear is minor compared to what its presence implies.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Mountains of Madness</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/890696/</uri>
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  <published>2012-12-28T13:52:44-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-28T13:52:44-08:00</updated>
  <title>Play</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/890696/Mountains-of-Madness'&gt;Mountains of Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Horror/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 415, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Red on white and the twisted offer to participate in a game. Everything had gone wrong and everyone was dead- except of couse the one who killed them.</summary>
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